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Acast Blessings on my child,
Ser. I bring you, sir, most glad and welcome news. The young Chamont, whom you've so often wish'd for, Is just arriv'd, and entering.
Acast. By my soul,
Enter CHAMONT. Welcome thou relict of the best lov'd man. Welcome from all the turmoils and the hazards Of certain danger and uncertain fortune ; Welcome as happy tidings after fears. Cha. Words wou'd but wrong the gratitude I owe
you : Shou'd I begin to speak, my soul's so full, That I should talk of nothing else all day.
Cha. Oh my sister ! let me hold thee
Acast. Young soldier, you've not only study'd war, Courtship, I see, has been your practice too, And may not prove unwelcome to my daughter.
Cha. Is she your daughter! then my heart told true, And I'm at least her brother by adoption. For you have made yourself to me a father, And by that patent I have leave to love her.
Ser. Monimia, thou hast told me men are false, Will flatter, feign, and make an art of love. Is Chamont so? No, sure, he's more than man, Something that's near divine, and truth dwells in him.
Acast. Thus happy, who would envy pompous pow'r, The luxury of courts, or wealth of cities? Let there be joy through all the house this day! In ev'ry room let plenty flow at large, It is the birth-day of my royal master. You have not visited the court, Chamont, Since your return.
Cha. I have no business there; I have not slavish temperance enough T'attend a fav'rite's heels, and watch his smiles, Bear an ill office done me to my face, And thank the lord that wrong'd me for his favour. Acast. This you could do.
[To his Sons.
Serve him! he merits more than man can do!
Cast. I'd serve him with my fortune here at home,
140 As ev'ry true-born loyal subject ought.
Acast. Let me embrace you both. Now, by the souls Of my brave ancestors, Pm truly happy, For this be ever blest my marriage-day, Blest be your mother's memory that bore you, And doubly blest be that auspicious hour That gave ye birth. “ Yes, my aspiring boys, “ Ye shall have business, when your master wants you. “ You cannot serve a nobler : I have serv'd him; “ In this old body yet the marks remain “Of many wounds. I've with this tongue proclaim'd “ His right, e'en in the face of rank rebellion; “ And when a foul-mouth'd traitor once profan'd “ His sacred name, with my good sabre drawn, « E'en at the head of all his giddy rout, “I rush'd, and clove the rebel to the chine."
tion. [Exeunt Castalio, Polydore, Serina, &c.
Cha. My Lord, I stand in need of your assistance In something that concerns my peace and honour. 160
Acast. Spoke like the son of that brave man I loy'd: So freely, friendly, we convers'd together. Whate'er it be, with confidence impart it, Thou shalt command my fortune and my sword. Cha. I dare not doubt your friendship, nor your
Acast. Prythee no more of that, it grates my nature.
Acast. It speaks an honest nature.
An infant, to the desert world exposid,
Acast. I've not wrong'd her.
Cha. Great spirits bear misfortunęs hardly.
Acast. I cannot guess your drift ;
Cha. No, but I fear her weakness
Cha. I thank you from my soul.
Mon. Alas! my brother!